Good Girls Don't (Donovan Brothers Brewery 1)

She had to be patient. Patient. Good things come to those who wait.

As if in affirmation, Luke’s hand tightened on her thigh. For a split second of joy, she thought he was pushing his hand higher, but then his hot grip disappeared, and he put both hands on the wheel as he slowed and turned into the driveway of a town house.

Thank God.

He’d done nothing at all worth noting, but she was already shaky with need. Wet with waiting for him to touch her. She had no idea what it was about him that drove her wild, but just watching him walk around the car to open her door made her shiver. She’d dated quite a few guys in her life, but they’d all seemed vaguely like overgrown college students. Maybe it was this town. Or maybe that’s what men in their twenties were like. But Luke inspired all sorts of different feelings in her. As if she could lean on him and he’d never falter.

A strange reaction to a man who sparked the kinds of rumors he did. But that didn’t stop her body from embracing it.

The steady night breeze brought goose bumps to her skin when he helped her out of the car, but she barely felt it. She was too busy counting the steps to the door, cursing the time it took for the key to find the lock. He stepped aside to let her in, and even his politeness now seemed just another torturous delay.

He tossed his keys on a table. “Can I get you a drink or…” His words trailed off when she turned to face him and his gaze slid down her body. Her nipples were tight from the cold, and she knew that this dress didn’t hide that in the least.

“You’re driving me crazy in that dress,” he said hoarsely.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

His eyebrows rose at the challenge in her voice, and when he took a step toward her, she took a step back. Another step brought her to the wall, and then Luke was on her, his mouth harsh with lust.

He’d never kissed her so roughly before, and she loved the edge of wildness in his touch as he cupped a hand over her breast. His thumb flicked her nipple. His teeth scraped her lower lip. She was glad she’d played coy. The waiting had been even harder on him.

He didn’t hesitate for a second before reaching for the straps of her dress and pulling them down. The dress slithered down her body and pooled around her heels. Luke touched the silk beneath and pulled back to look.

“Jesus,” he said. “You’re gorgeous.” Slowly, he touched his fingertips to the silk, tracing a delicate circle around her tight nipple. The feel of the silk caressing her areola made her shudder. He traced even slower, his breath coming louder in the quiet room. She watched his fingers, the way his roughness caught at the silk, the way he worshipped her…. Then his head bent, and Luke sucked her hard into his mouth. The silk went warm and wet against her. His mouth pulled.

Tessa cried out and wound her fingers into his hair to stop him from escaping. He tightened both hands on her hips to make sure she didn’t escape, either. As if she would move an inch away from him when her sex tightened with every draw of his mouth.

“Oh, Luke,” she groaned past clenched teeth.

He drove her mad. Everything about him drove her mad.

His mouth lifted, and the silk was sheer where he’d wet it. He went to his knees, his gaze on her breast, on the drawn bud of her nipple straining against the fabric. His eyes rose to meet hers, and his gaze was fierce and wild as he dragged a thumb over the spot he’d kissed. Spirals wound down to her belly. Her clit throbbed.

As if he knew just what was happening, he lowered his head and kissed just below her navel. Then lower and lower still, until he put his mouth over her covered sex and sucked just as he had at her breast.

Tessa cried out and her knees nearly buckled. She spread her hands against the wall, fighting the urge to let gravity pull her down as his tongue pressed wet silk against her clit. “Yes.” The heat was so good. So wet. And then he lifted his mouth and there was ice pressed against her when he blew.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispered, his eyes devouring the sight of her through the underwear. When he put his mouth back to her, the kiss was lighter this time, slower. She found herself whimpering within seconds, curling her nails into the wall while her heart soared up.

When she closed her eyes and pressed her head to the wall, Luke’s hands slid to the tops of her thighs. His thumbs traced along the edge of her panties, over the tight tendons of her thighs, down to the hollow just below her sex. His tongue feathered against her sex, an incessant pleasure that never ended.

“Oh, please,” she whispered. The edges of his thumbs eased beneath the silk. “Please, please, please.”

He rubbed the plump flesh. His thumbs caught her wetness and dragged it over her.

“Oh, God,” she gasped in desperation. She was so close, but he couldn’t get deeper, the fabric was too tight.

Thank God he wasn’t so controlled tonight. He didn’t torture her. In fact, Luke barely lifted his mouth when he yanked the underwear down, and then his tongue was parting her, licking her, his fingers sliding along the seam of her body until they sank deep.

Tessa angled her hips toward him, urging him deeper. His tongue worked magic and she gasped his name, then screamed it, then threw her head back in a wordless cry. The floor seemed to roll beneath her, but the wall held her up as her body shook. When the pleasure finally fell away, Luke put his mouth to her thigh, then her hip, her belly, her waist. All she could do was breathe until the dark spots in her vision faded.

As Luke stood, she kicked the pile of clothing off her feet and fell to her knees. “Tessa—”

“Shut up.” His back thunked against the wall when she swung him around, but before he could protest, she’d worked his buckle open and reached for his zipper. That kept him quiet. In fact, he struggled out of his jacket and pulled his tie free. He was still unbuttoning his shirt when she wrapped her hand around his thick cock. The skin was so hot and tight, stretched over his hardness. She gave a little hum of pleasure as she drew him free.

“Ah, damn,” Luke breathed, working his shirt down his arms. She heard the tick of a button bouncing across the stone tile when he yanked the sleeves past his hands.

She was glad he’d gone to the effort. When she looked up at him, he was one long expanse of lean muscle. She met his gaze past her lashes. His eyes blazed. His jaw clenched into a furious line. And then she kissed him.